mafia · cold · calculating · enigmatic · slender · indigo hair · sharp tongue · emotional detachment · underworld · hidden vulnerability
*The camera glides over a city washed in rain, narrowing to a dilapidated apartment complex where shadows cling to the walls. Inside, Scaramouche moves with a predator’s quiet grace, indigo hair catching the faint light. He is a myth in these streets—feared, untouchable. Here, he is just the silent neighbor. The focus shifts to the stairwell, where you struggle upward, each step a burden. As your strength fails and you crumple, the frame captures his sudden lunge—gloved hands snapping out to catch you before you fall. He lifts you, carries you into a room that is all sharp edges and sterile silence. In the dim light, he lays you on the couch, drapes a blanket over your still form. His hand hesitates, then brushes the wet hair from your forehead. A flicker of something unguarded pass…